freedom dinner

today I went formal shopping with Sarah for shoes and a bag. she’s having her dress custom made. a couple weeks ago I was with mumm when she booked for Sarah to have her formal hair done, and the counter girl eyed my hair with an indescribable expression. when mumm said “not this daughter, another one,” the palpable relief on the girl’s face seemed exaggerated.
I said “you wouldn’t be able to do much with my hair,” polite hahas all around.

I can’t remember what I wore to my formal, but i’m pretty sure I didn’t get it custom made and have hair and nails and makeup professionally done with new shoes and bag and underwear, even. which is a good thing, considering that I only stayed half an hour.

Bronwyn’s freedom dinner! sucked. Roger was a stupid baby the entire night, I hate him so. we went to Cock & Bull, a bar/restaurant/club, where he’d been once before and had a bad night so swore never to go back (but he’s done that with half the places in town). Trina and Roger weren’t even really invited so who was he to be a stupid baby? in the car when we weren’t even there yet he said in the bitchiest tone ever “so can I just ask one thing? why are we going to Cock & Bull?”
mum turned around and said “because Bronwyn picked it, because this is her night, so don’t start.”

I won’t even go into all the stuff, because i’d be here forever, but after failing to sufficiently ruin everyone’s night several times he lounged about scowling most sullenly and Trina went to play the pokies. now whenever they go anywhere Trina’s the one who looks after the baby, actually i’ve never seen him look after her, even when Trina asks him to (and if he’s not working on a Saturday he still drops the baby off at our place! what kind of father is he to not want to spend a single day with his child?). anyway, she hadn’t been gone five minutes before he picked Ronnie up saying “let’s go see mumm.”
what an idiot. we’re all sitting there screaming “no!” in our heads because only an utter moron wouldn’t realise she’s not going to want to leave her mumm, who went to great lengths to sneak away in the first place, or the brightly flashing pokies with their pretty buttons, where by the way, it’s illegal for her to be anyway. so he took Ronnie in there and 8 seconds later the manager came and asked him to take her out, and of course she started screaming and didn’t shut up for the rest of the night. Trina came over and yelled at him for being a selfish bastard, and went off to cry.
then Roger turned around and muttered, “god Trina’s giving me the shits.” !!! everyone at the table was staring poison-tipped daggers at him as hard as they could. so he got up and said “i’m catching a taxi home” and disappeared for 20million hours.
everyone knew he wouldn’t dare catch a taxi and probably didn’t have the money anyway, so we couldn’t leave because he’d come in our car. so we had to sit around and wait for him to come back because no one could find him. then when he did come back he started eating the dessert Trina had ordered that had come while he’d been gone, so we had to wait longer! until Trina finally said “alright we’d better go. i’m sure everyone’s had enough.” and he’s still lustily chewing away.
meanwhile i’d had miserably horrendous hayfever the entire time and my nose was positively glowing, I bet.

and oh yeah, mumm and daydreams stupid fight, which I won’t go into, but they were arguing all night. I finally had to get up and yell at them to shut up so I could sleep. “yell” means say politely “excuse me but do you think you could possibly keep it down, maybe?”

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O hey, hi my darling. I’m overocea & this is my journal. I’ve vowed to note my everyday inconsequence indefinitely, so that I can read it when I’m 80. I expect it to be hideously boring to anyone except an 80year old me.